Finally, when the girl’s curiosity had been thoroughly satisfied, Aunt Betty and Frau Deichenberg were shown into another room and the music master and his pupil began their lesson.
It was not until the lesson was over that the Herr turned to his pupil with a merry twinkle in his eyes and observed:
“You are so fond of moosic, perhaps you do not know dat every year I give a concert in de theater before de opening of de regular season.”
“Oh, yes, I have often heard of your concert,” the girl replied. “I have longed to go to them, but something has always kept me from it.”
“Vell, you are going to my next one.”
“I am? Oh, how good of you, Herr!”
“Yes, it iss very good of me, for there you shall meet one of my most promising pupils.”
“Oh, tell me who it is,” she replied, unable to restrain her curiosity.
“Vell, it iss a secret dat has not yet been vhispered to a soul. But I don’t mind telling you. De name of de young lady iss Miss Dorothy Calvert.”
“Why, Herr Deichenberg, you don’t mean that—?”